“Mr. Crawford’s office.”
“Miss Brooks, can you contact my pilot, please? I’m going to need to fly to my four o’clock this afternoon, and Ray won’t have that on his schedule.”
I wait, expecting uncertainty or hesitation from her, but instead, the response is instant.
“Of course. I’ll call him now. Is there anything else?”
“No. Thank you.” I hang up, a smile spreading over my face.
Anything else.God, the things I want to do to that woman.
I like Amelia already, and I can’t wait to make her a part of my morning routine. Every. Fucking. Day.
Chapter 6
Amelia
Ispend the rest of the morning on edge, wondering if at any second Crawford will call me in for round two.
My body is burning at the memory of his dick, and I keep running to the bathroom to make sure nothing is going on downthere.
But after a couple of hours, I relax and try to focus on the other aspects of my work. Beatrice, Kaitlin, and Julia have all dropped me an email, either to briefly welcome me or to send me something to do.
A lot of my job appears to be printing out documents for Crawford. A very to-the-point email from Beatrice explains that he always has hard copies of everything, even emails.
There’s a printer hub behind my desk on the other side of the partition, and I spend the morning learning the ins and outs of the high-tech equipment inside.
Every time someone walks past me, I jump, expecting it to be Crawford. I still haven’t fully processed what happened between us.
I’ve had sex for the first time in my life. With a guy I don’t even know.
I pull the copies I’ve made out of the tray and stack them in date order. I collate them, stapling each one at the corner, and place them into the folders that Beatrice indicated.
At 11 a.m., I call Annabelle from my work phone. She picks up on the second ring.
“Hello?”
“Hey Annie, it’s me. I was just calling to check on you. Everything ok?”
“All fine. I’m just watching Beauty and the Beast for the eightieth time. How’s it been at the job so far? Are people being nice to you?”
I swallow. “Yeah, everything’s good. Have you taken your pills?”
“Yes,” she says wearily.
“Any dizzy spells?”
“No. I’m fine, Mia.”
“Okay, good.”
“Dad’s here.”
My chest tightens. “Why isn’t he at work?”
“I don’t know. I really hope he hasn’t been fired again. He came back about an hour ago and went to his room. He hasn’t said much, but I don’t want to be around him. I borrowed your laptop so I can be in my room. I hope that’s ok?”
“Of course it is. Just stay out of his way, alright?”
